Constant you are, But yet a woman; and for secrecy, No lady closer; for I well believe Thou wilt not utter what thou dost not know.

Hast any philosophy in thee shepherd? .• • • • . . . He that wants money, means and content, is without three good friends; that the property of rain is to wet and fire to burn; that good pasture makes fat sheep, and a great cause of the night is lack of the sun; that he that hath learned no wit by nature nor art may complain of good breeding or comes of a very dull kindred.

Set honour in one eye and death i' the other, And I will look on both indifferently.

How sharper than a serpent's tooth it is to have a thankless child!

Silence is the perfectest herault of joy. I were but little happy if I could say how much.

Yet this my comfort: when your words are done, My woes end likewise with the evening sun.

A man may fish with the worm that hath eat of a king, and eat of the fish that hath fed of that worm